Chapter 237: Affection
For Irene, there was something so unbelievably strange about seeing people who hadn’t been at the battlefield with them the entire time. They seemed so clean and hopeful. Faces not streaked with dirt or monster blood began to feel novel.
She fantasized about taking a bath with sweet-smelling soap and being able to submerge herself completely in warm water. It sounded like a luxury, even though it was something she had once gotten used to.
There were many aspects of her life she realized she took for granted.
Occasionally she was reminded that they were only a couple of short months away from winter. Being cold for months straight as she was before sounded so awful compared to the somewhat warm sleeping conditions she had gotten used to.
If it was for the kingdom, she could do it.
Because of all the dire wolves, by that point, there wasn’t a squire, apprentice, or knight who hadn’t hunted and gotten fur of their own. Only when winter came would they be able to truly test out their hides.
What was the worst about outsiders arriving at the front lines was the looks of sympathy. She could only imagine what they told those who were waiting for news of the war.
A ’monster war’ was what people had been calling it. It felt so strange that they could reduce the most painful and worst months of her entire existence into two small words. It didn’t feel descriptive enough.
At first, it was merely those who were there to deliver messages or supplies who appeared. However, soon a wagon arrived with maids from an eastern township in the duchy. They were there to take Rosalind and Thyrs away since they had regained their strength.